A/N I'm having major writers block for my Rose/Scorpius ff "I Am Mystery". So I decided to bust out this old DP ff that I wrote last year. It's really corny because it was when I was first starting. Also, it's not complete either. So far only three, possibly four chapters. Hopefully I can end it! Sorry! PLEASE R&R!

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Chapter 1

Sam's POV

Oh my god! Oh my god, this could NOT be happening. Danny was my best friend! He knew every last thing about me (well, except for the fact that I was madly, deeply in love with him). Now he was blaming his whole break-up on ME?

"God, Sam!" Danny screamed. "Why can't you NOT ruin my relationship for once? Every freaking time I have something good going for me, the girl always gets pissed off about how my best friend is a girl who they all think is in love with me, though I know that's just bullshit. But, of course, they just walk out on me anyways! Can't you just tell them the truth? That you aren't in love with me! And that they should stay with me!"

Really? Really. This kid is beyond thick. But, even so, I can feel the waterworks and pain building up inside me, about to explode.

"No, Danny! I can't! God! You're so blind and thick and – and … Ugh! I'm never talking to you again!" As I screamed the last word, my voice broke and the tears started to pour. It's fine though, because he couldn't see them as I ran as fast as I could away from him, my shoes slapping the pavement and my breath catching in my throat.

I had loved that boy since forever, and I thought we could be soul mates. How could I be so stupid? Even at 20 and in college (with him and Tuck) I couldn't help but love him completely. God, I was such a romantic.

As I ran into my dorm room, Jazz, my roommate/best girl friend/ number 2 (now number 1) confidant, was there waiting.

"Oh, Sam!" she gasped. "Oh, no. No, no, no. That boy! How could he do this to you?"

She knew already. She completely understood me and what had the potential in making me upset (ok, really the ONLY thing/person that could make me upset).

One thing that I absolutely love about Jazz is that, even though Danny is her little brother, she'll ALWAYS take me side.

"Do you want me to call him up and put him in his place?" she asked as she stroked my hair.

I was now laying face down on my bed, crying my eyes out on my pillow.

"No! Please! I told him I wasn't talking to him ever again. And I don't want to drag you into this, because you're his sister and I know I screwed things up bad," I choked out between my muffled sobs.

"Oh. Oh, dear."

She took me into her arms and started to rock me. She's gotten in down to an art because I started to calm down right away.

I've guess I've cried over Danny, to Jazz, so much since becoming friends with her that it's just second nature.

"I know! How bout you and I have a movie night?" she suggested. "I have your favorites! Despicable Me, Horton Hears a Who, Up, and all four Pirates of the Caribbean movies." When I looked up, I saw a devilish grin on her face. She knew I couldn't turn kid movies down.

"Ok!" brightening just a little.

Danny's POV

Some hours later

I was sitting at the local bar with Tuck, wallowing in my depression, or anger, or guilt (whatever you want to call these messed up feelings inside of me). Both of us being 21, we were legally allowed to sit in this goddamn bar. Sometimes we'd come here with Sam and…

No. No, you are not thinking about her again!

"I was such an idiot," I mumbled.

"Yes. Yes you were," Tuck agreed. "You know, even though I'm a guy, I agree with Sam on this one."

"What? No, wait. I was talking about letting Trina go."

"DUDE!" Tucker slapped me.

"Hey! What the hell was that for?"

"For being even more of an idiot," he stated. "You know EXACTLY why you let Trina go."

He was right, which is scary because usually Tucker is never good at deciphering my moods/feelings.

I had let Sam go. That was the real reason. I took all the anger at myself and let it out on the one person who knew every single last detail about me.

I loved Sam, ever since I met her. I could never tell her because I knew she'd NEVER talk to me ever again. Though, now, that didn't even matter all that much, since those were the last words she screamed at me before walking away.

"Fuck," I said as I let my head fall onto the bar top. It hurt, but I deserved it. "I screwed everything up so fucking bad, didn't I?"

"That would be an understatement," Tuck replied. "You would have to be the biggest jackass on the face of the planet. Also, the dumbest. No offense."

"Ugh," I moaned. I couldn't disagree. "My life sucks."

"Why don't you just apologize?" he inquired. "She forgives you. Blah, blah, blah. You go back to trying to ignore your feelings for her by dating other girls. All good."

"But it's not. You didn't see the pure hatred and hurt in her eyes. I don't think that I could ever get that picture out of my head."

"Maybe you should give her some space then," he suggested.

"Yeah, I guess," I sighed.

"Cuz baby you're a firework! Go on, let your colors burst!"

Tuck's phone started blaring Katy Perry's Firework. One guess who it was. Jazz.

How my best friend ended up with my sister, I'll never know. I didn't mind it though since Tuck is a good guy.

"Uh huh," he responded to her question. "Um... yeah…" he said hesitantly as he glanced at me for a second.

"Do you want me to bring over a veggie pizza?"

Veggie pizza? Jazz would not get that as her first option. She must be with Sam. My heart leapt at the thought of Sam and then became very depressed again.

"Double Chocolate Chip Ice Cream? All for HER? That doesn't sound like her at all," Tucker replied, worry coloring his tone and his face when he looked at me again.

Oh, God! What have I don't? Sam ONLY eats healthy(ish) things. If she has ice cream, she always gets soy. How the fuck did I mess her up this bad?

"That bad? Really? Ok. I'll be over in a bit," Tuck said and then paused. "Um, Jazz, sweetheart. I don't think I can stop him."

Great, even Jazz didn't want to see me.

"Ok, ok. I love you too. Bye," and he hung up. "Let's go, king of gloom."

30 Minutes Later

We had just gotten to Sam and Jazz's dorm room when Jazz stepped out and shut the door behind her.

After glaring at me, she looked at Tuck.

"Thanks baby. I don't want to take her out, and her favorite pizza place doesn't deliver."

"It's not a problem. Anything to help her out," he responded.

That, of course, turned her attention right back to me.

Shit.

"Do you understand that you're the biggest prat on the face of the planet?" she hissed at me. Then pity washed over her from the look on my face. "Danny, we all know that you like her. Well, except her. But that doesn't count. How could you hurt her like that?"

"I don't know Jazz," I replied trying to hold back frustrated tears. "God, I feel like shit. I wish I could fix this, but I know she doesn't want to listen to me, let alone see me."

Jazz just sighed, nodded, and then hugged me.

"I have to go back before she comes looking for me. Thanks again guys. I owe you." And with that she slipped back into the room that held the only girl I've ever loved.